Late for Work

Wednesday mornings are crazy for us.  Grant has speech therapy at nine.  I have court at nine so Danny takes Grant to his appointment.  Danny also works the night before and after, so I usually let him attempt a quick nap before Grant's appointment. This results in me running out the door at the last minute like my hair is on fire.  This past Wednesday was no different.  I yell to the guys, "I am headed to work.  Bye! I love you!" and go out the door.  I am at the car when the front door flies open and Grant comes running out yelling, "Wait!!"  I am thinking, "Ugh! I don't have time for this.  I am going to be late."  I respond with "What, son?"  That's when he melted my heart. "I want to tiss you."  So I tell him, "well come here."  He runs out to me - in his stocking feet (one of my pet peeves but reference the melted heart...) - hugs me up tight and kisses me on the cheek.  He then gives his best attempt at "Have a good day at work, mom" and escorts me to my car.  "I det da door for you." He opens my door, waits for me to get in, and then closes it.  I have the window rolled up.  He taps on it.  So, I start the car and roll the window down.  He stands up on his tip toes so he can lean in to give me another kiss and then tells me, "det to work."  Suddenly being late wasn't such a bad thing after all.  Sometimes, we need to slow down and realize what is most important.  He needed a little extra attention that day, and what a blessing I received by just slowing down for a minute.  Oh, how I love that boy!